Turning back ten thousand years

It's all a blur

Where the taxis go

Monster man, a willing friend

Lucy serves the melon cold

Violent and delicious souls

Four red trucks dressed illegally

Mother knows

How the bugle blows

Gonna get caught in her rug, babe

This is not a conclusion

No revolution

Just a little confusion

On where your head has been

Boats made out of paper float

Dreams made up

For the banana king, darling

Crumbs you have lapped freely

Oh, devious we all have been

Violent and delicious souls

This is not a conclusion

No revolution

Just a little confusion

On where your head has been